Blood Red West 3rd Edition [M]

[Ace of Hearts™]

And hopefully the fucking last.

Rated M for blood and guts and naughty words and sexual themes and the occult and Buffy Summers.

The 7th Circle.

"Abaddon, calm yourself! This Council shall remain civil." A figure bellowed, putting his rough fist to the table below. Four other figures sat around this table. Most of them large and monstrous, however one nude redheaded woman sat among them, seeming severely out of place. Around them were perpetual flames and deep red mountains. The screams of the damned echoed all throughout the area, though the Council had no trouble at all speaking over them. They were, in fact, in Hell. "I apologize Azazel, but I am tired of Astaroth believing he is superior." Abaddon growled.

"I am superior to you Abaddon, you knuckle dragging glorified Hell Hound." Astaroth said, ego and self love in his voice.

"Enough! I said you will remain civil!" Azazel proclaimed, with growing disdain in his voice. It temporarily drowned out the screaming and sounds of torture. With that, they sat, giving mutual glares at each other. The Council was at often times just as chaotic as the plane it resided in. With the Council settled, Azazel continued. "Now as unbelievable as it sounds, the fact is Hell is weakening. And arguing like a group of petty minions won't solve anything. You're Arch Demons, bloody act like it. Mephistopheles, Lilith, you've both been quiet, what say you upon this matter?"

Mephistopheles stood. Among the Council, he was the most level headed. "Earth. Our source of souls is usually overflowing with sinners, but our intake is no longer sufficient to support Hell. My proposal is that we...say, go up and possibly...further along Judgement Day?" He pitched this plan as he paced around the table. Azazel raised his brow to this and scoffed. "Are you insane? What if Lucifer caught wind of this? You know He's bound to when The Man Upstairs demands The Day to come." Mephisto was stationary again. He rose his hand to he chin and began to tap it. "Yes. But does that mean we are? You see where all this waiting has gotten us?" Azazel rolled his black eyes, his arms now crossed. "Lilith, dear, what have you to say?" Sitting, she very monotonously spoke. "I agree. Lucifer is too busy to see the state Hell is in."

"And there it is. Once we leave to Earth there is very little Lucifer can do. If he leaves, no one is in control, and Hell falls." Azazel's eyes darted to each member, trying to settle his mind. "If the other members agree, I could possibly get us out without any attention." The Council nodded their heads in unison, and tilted their heads upwards. Earth Awaited

***
One Month Later.

April 4th, 1890. Sacramento, California.

"All aboard!" The conductor says. You scurry to the train, not wishing to miss your chance to leave. The destination, however, is now irrelevant. For this train trip shall not go as planned. Your life, as of now, is in the cruel hands of fate. Whatever happens, you will most likely wish you had missed this train. But how could you have known?

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If anyone as questions, ask and I shall answer.

Spoiler: Character sheet 

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Nationality/Race: (The American South West was riddled with all types of people, so be original.)

Lifestyle: (Your "class", explained lower)

Appearance: (No Animu at all, description preferred, illustrations are fine.)

Personality:

Biography:

None of you start with any weapons to speak of.

None of you have any prior experience with the paranormal

Spoiler: Lifestyles. 

Gunslingers: Gunslingers are masters with firearms, and typically tend to be the physically strongest of the three lifestyle choices. They make the best Mercenaries and Hired Guns. While great with most firearms, Gunslingers prefer to use Repeating Rifles and Shotguns. They can intimidate those for their whims.

Gamblers: Gamblers are risk takers, silver tongued and con-men. They're quick, think on their feet, and are often times criminals. Being a Gambler is dangerous, and so they become versed with dual pistols or they carry a Bowie Knife which can be used to cut throats. Persuasion comes natural to them.

Sorcier: Sorciers (which is French for Sorcerer) practice the African folk magic of Hoodoo. They are intelligent, wise and cautious. Not many people have the aptitude to become Sorciers, as it requires dedication, concentration, and a linking to the supernatural world. Most Sorciers learn their craft in New Orleans, it being a melting pot for most folk and black magic. Sorciers have no use for heavy firepower, and only carry a pistol for backup, as they carry with them mystical energies. However most do carry a dagger for rituals. Stronger Sorciers can manipulate the minds of people.


Please keep in mind balancing issues when deciding.

Spoiler: spells 

Most hoodoo spells require three components. Eye contact or some other form of concentration, hand motions and an incantation of some kind.

The first spell most Sorciers learn is Enflammer, which ignites whoever they are looking at into flames. This requires eye contact, the snapping of fingers, and the saying of Enflammer.

Spoiler: My Character 

Name: Alistair Sebastian Driskoll.

Gender: Male.

Age: 27.

Nationality/Race: English. From England.

Lifestyle: Sorcier.

Appearance: Alistair is a very normal looking man for his age. He stands at 5'5 and weighs around 130 pounds. His hair is a dark brown that cut short and combed to the side. Spectacles rest just above his nose, and often require a nice push up to his face. His eyes are a light hazel that match his hair. Light stube dots his chin here and there, but it's usually only noticable in bright daylight. He typically wears a suit matching his profession.

Personality: Alistair is a bit, well, bookish. He has always been nose deep in atlases, novels, history text books. He's very smart, though sometimes he lacks common sense when it comes to people. Alistair is typically deep in thought and can often times be distracted from others who try speaking to him. When speaking to others he's usually very direct and to the point. The best way to describe Alistair is 'stuffy'. Though he protests this. Highly.

Biography: Born in Gloucestershire, England, Alistair had a very uneventful childhood. At a young age he showed a great interesting in books and writing. When he was 17 and had saved enough money, he booked a ticket to London to pursue in a career as a local paper writer. He served as a column writer, giving opinions of local culture and polititcs. As he gained notoriety among the city, his employers decided to promote him to a traveling writer. His job has sent him to Africa and the Far East, and as such he's become incredibly worldy. Being almost a walking encyclopedia of culture. His Job is now sending him to a colony that revolted. America.

Rules:
I run this bitch.

No Godmodding.

I expect from the players good grammar and literacy, having a past of being able to write well.

I have the right to deny whoever I want on whatever grounds.

Post however long you feel applicable, but no one liners. Put effort into it.

And Again, any questions relating to anything at all can be directed towards me. Certain things will be added here by me as I see fit, which will include maps, lore, bestiaries, and possibly music.

[Auki]

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[Wattz]

Been waiting 5evur.

I won't be able to start the RP until after school (about two weeks) but luckily I've still got them character sheets from the last one to copy/paste! Woohoo! I'll aim to get them up this week.

[Lord Tully]

Name: Heirich Fritz

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Nationality/Race: German

Lifestyle: Gunslinger

Appearance:

Spoiler:  

Personality: An opportunist by nature Heinrich will usually take the quickest path to a given goal, if he needs something he'll usually 'borrow' it if he thinks he can get away with it. Unless there is something he will get out of it, Heinrich is not likely to go out of his way to help anyone besides himself and his very closest friends.

Biography: Born in Munich, Heinrich had a somewhat poor family, they had enough income to keep themselves fed but little else. He spent most of his youth running with street gangs learning to fight, steal, anything he needed in order to survive. He never committed any crimes more serious then some minor burglary but that didn't stop him from becoming one of the best shots in the city. When Heinrich turned 20 he got a chance to prove that, he took part in a particularly informal shooting competition with 5 other men, which he won mostly due to everyone else drinking themselves into a stupor. Though in a twist he really should have seen coming the other men present (Most of whom were at least 10 years older then him) accused him of cheating and probably would've beaten him to death if he hadn't shot them. With 5 murders on him Heinrich had little choice but to flee the country, stowing away on a ship heading for America. Over the next 5 years Heinrich traveled all across the country doing work as a bounty hunter, or whatever else would allow him to eat that night eventuall ending up in California.

[Ace of Hearts™]

Wattz: No problem.

Sprinkles: Seems pretty good, accepted.

[Nazgul]

I have a question, is Hoodoo the only type of mysticism available?

[Ace of Hearts™]

This is something I've thought about, and I decided that it's the most prevalent form of mysticism within the States. If you have any suggestion about others I'm all ears, though.

[AngelicAsylum]

Name: Erik Jacob Hyland

Gender: Man

Age: 26

Nationality/Race: Irish-American, first generation.

Lifestyle: Gunslinger

Appearance: (Picture forthcoming!) Erik is about 6 foot tall, and 170lbs. He has sandy blonde hair cut short, and wears typical cowboy gear of the late 1800s. Wool pants, cotton shirts, cowboy hats, gloves, and flat heeled boots are examples. His eyes are green, and he has various scarring on his arms and torso from fights, hard work, and just typical accidents.

Personality: Cheerful and outgoing, Erik is always one to flirt with the pretty ladies. As a matter of fact, that's his favorite thing to do! While he enjoys getting into trouble, drinking, and partying, he takes his shooting skills seriously and spends much of his time target practicing.

Okay, sometimes he's target practicing on bounties, but it's basically the same thing!

Erik is very rarely in a bad mood, and stays optimistic, even when things look their worst. When you get him upset, though, he becomes moody and closed off, choosing to go off by himself rather than talk out his problems.

Biography: Erik grew up on a small farm in the south his immigrant family scrimped and saved to buy. He enjoyed the simple life and enjoyed hunting and physical work which he felt kept his mind clear and his body strong. Like most teenage boys, however, he soon grew bored with being a farmer for the rest of his life and sought out a name for himself across the country. He will do almost any kind of work - bounty hunting, manual labor, even bar-tending if he has to. Erik is not against sleeping with someone for money, and has done that in a pinch. What it comes down to is that he is a fun loving guy who has no idea what he wants to do with his life. He's just going along for the ride.

[Leon G]

Are female characters allowed?

[RisingPhoenix]

Can I join? I'll create a character and hopefully have them posted by Friday evening.